(Warning: same gender sexual content)

Chapter 3

I froze something I hadn't done in centuries. Her scent clouded my mind. Her heart raced. I heard the blood moving; saw her veins pulse with the force of her heartbeats. I felt the ache of hunger.

NEED.

I captured her lips and kissed her hungrily. I didn't care that my fangs could pierce her. Most people couldn't handle pain, and I didn't care.

My hand moved lower. My fingers found the soft thatch of hair at the apex of her legs.

She shifted. She braced her weight on her elbow and reached with her other hand for the closure to my jeans.

With a sharp tug the button released, the zipper made a sound of protest but opened as well.

Her warm hand found my hair, fingers slid through it.

I pulled my mouth from hers. We both panted.

At almost the exact moment out fingers worked to create paths to each others pleasure.

When her fingers found the nub of my flesh and nerve, I bit my own lip. She gasped when I found hers.

Cloves. The scent flooded the room.

I was desperate. I needed physical satisfaction, needed her to orgasm, and needed her blood.

I pushed her off me; she fell back against the cushions. I moved to my knees on the floor. I knew as a human she was fragile but being gentle was beyond me at that moment. I pulled at the fabric. Soon, I had her naked, open before me.

I was having a hard time controlling myself. I felt almost like a newborn vampire, not a mature vampire centuries old.

The feel and scent of her intensified my passion. The sound of her blood, her heartbeat, and her moans made my hunger rage.

The small part of me that was simply hunger wanted to sink in my fangs and drink. The other part of me, the real me, cared only about touching her and having her touch me.

Intent on tasting her I trailed kisses down her body. I found the nub of flesh and nerves and flicked it with my tongue. I slid a finger in her moist, wet, heated female core. She tightened around me. I worked my finger and my tongue. I found the rhythm that had her moaning, grinding her hips, panting and I could hear her heart pounding.

She screamed, muscles clenched, cloves. My fangs sprang out full force. I opened my mouth wide. Dipped my head to the left. Pushed my fingers deeper, wiggled. I sank my fangs into the artery in the junction of her leg and pelvis. I flexed the muscle in the back of my jaw. Venom flooded her vein. I didn't move anything but my fingers, I let the venom do its job.

Two Seconds

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Twenty-four Seconds

Twenty-nine Seconds.

She screamed louder. Her body jerked. The orgasm burned through her entire body as the venom infused her cells.

The chemicals produced intense emotional response. Adrenaline, a mild anti-clotting agent that breaks down quickly, norepinephrine and oxytocin combined to ensnare a human. They were blissfully happy when they died, or didn't die depending on the vampire who fed.

Not all vampires could utilize this vein. But my fangs were long and less curved then most. I was lucky.

I opened myself to the blood, pulled back my fangs and blood rushed from the vein to my mouth.

The blood on my tongue tasted of copper, but there was also a trace of radiation. I was so thirsty I ignored the trace of radiation. There were also other things, medication, that I ignored. Her blood was rich, hot, wet, thick and infused with oxygen, hormones and minerals.

I tasted her passion and it incited my own. My own orgasm rocketed though my body as her blood started to course through my tissues.

Greedily, I swallowed the blood and drew more and more from the vein.

With a growl, I retracted my fangs completely. I swallowed the blood, venom and saliva that remained in my mouth. I bathed the small wounds with my tongue. My saliva coated them and sped the healing. In minutes it would be as if the punctures were days old.

I started trailing kisses up her body. I lingered at a few worthy places.

Her heart still pumped the venom infused blood so each touch sent shivers through her body.

I glided my hands over her flesh. She clutched at me with hers. Her warm fingers brushed my cool skin.

My heartbeat mirrored the frantic pace of her own. It was strange that we were not immune to our own venom. Interesting but still strange.

I didn't get up and make my excuses to leave. I should but I did not.

Her hand was sliding lazily over my back as I lay still beside her. The carpet rough under my skin.

The venom was fading. Our hearts were slowing. Our skin wasn't as sensitive. Our breathing was not as labored.

"Wow." She whispered drawing out the word. She turned her head and looked at me. "I've never... That was just... Wow." Her eyes suddenly widened. She pulled back. "Not that I expect it to be the same... I mean... You..." She closed her eyes and drew a deep breath.

"Relax. I know what you mean. It was amazing." I smile at her as she looks at me.

I kissed her. I don't know why. But my lips found hers.

Then we did it all again. Except I was no longer thirsty.

I wanted her to have the benefit of the venom so I bit the vein on the other side. I injected the venom, licked the punctures and proceeded to taste every inch of her body. Her screams of pleasure vibrated off the walls.

She pushed me away at one point and soon had the room echoing with my own cries of pleasure.

Eventually, sunlight peeked past the curtains but we paid it no attention.

We were lost in a haze of pleasure and privilege.

At one point we paused long enough to eat cold, deli meat sandwiches and for Beth to take her medicine. There were other times we ate or Beth took her meds but we made the most of every second we had.

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